Lyrics:
Yeah, mama, you got this bitch goin' crazy
BonezInDaKutt, Bitch
Where I'm from, you better keep your guns
Niggas fightin' for their life out here,
hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
a whirlwind
He can't feel a got Damn thing
G. A. N. G. O
Got that work off right by George store
Got a stupid spot around da corner
Apes hanging out da
niggas'll slaughter ya
For your goose Nautica, you got jewels?
Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns
And you know what
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I'm
lock him up
Let's be extra rough, he might have a gun
I put my heart & all my soul into this shittt
Tha old me Dead n Gone, it's like he don't existtt
I
bye
Better take them by the bullhorn
Now manifesto
Go stack up the pesos
Place we live them out no longer just sleep
These guns and roses
No hocus
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
Everybody feel am like an cudi tt/ N.E.L dot P/ I nor dey carry gun, na my M.I.C/ So when you see dem, ask dem who dem be/ Like Blackface, I set the ghetto
kush
In da air
N guns in dis bitch
I know
U see all da thugs in dis bitch
It's
Bad bitches everywhere
Ion know which
One to pick
I look like
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
die lyn en die lyn is lung
Sy bars in en sy vat my hand
Sy se sy soek net n regte man
Want loyalty was shot by the gun
In this life you must be wise
Tonight
Tonight
Don't need you
Tonight
Come on my babe I know what you want now
Show me your moves we up never come down
Roses are red violets blue
the gun sound we gotta dip
Imma circle and meet ya on 5th
Fuck it
He did all of shit for a diss
Gun jam up he beat with the stick
Thought his baba was down
walking through roses in Parks
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I
Legit
But Got Pulled Ova By Cops Still
Bac N System Got My Dope
N My Glocks Jam
Ain't Dis A Bitch
Plus My Truck Jus Got Impound
Mane I'm Sick
Dnt Got
that, but it's all words
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
and foes, God knows, I chose the pros
that rose, still froze-n, chose-n
here on my hip you compliment my soul
Thats my One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine millimeter
She gon
Stay right by my side
Always down
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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